the sidewinders and the butterflies

White lace and pretty little intentions

You were my favorite from the moment I saw it down

Written on a piece of baggage, I

Thought it’d be so pretty on my list of wrongs

Calling back the deficits which led me here

Gambling every night which one of us would disappear

Tumbling through the dampened streets

I was your goddess when you wanted me.

I was your evergreen when you needed me to be.

God I can’t imagine what you really thought of me

Velvet letters have me falling for your promises

But I’m just a ricochet for when your highs are crashing

You burn me and hope I write of you in the ashes

I heard you say it to me straight beside the water

Before I told you that I couldn’t stand for this

But in the end, we both knew you were my favorite

But you never said “I’m sorry.”

Not once.

And for that, I know I was just an asset;

A sidewinder, a butterfly,

And like the next one you’ll find,

I’m only around when you need another vice

- M. Rose